Wednesday, December 3, 2003

Today I realized the importance of big feet,
And why they say to "look before you step".

A day out with Zq,
The one with the tiny feet.
And we were on a quest,
To search for decent looking leather shoes for her.

So instead of checking out the designs at each shop,
We just went into every one,
And asked,
"Do you have very small sizes?"

The quest brought us to Bata.
Kids' section.
You know what they named their brand of kids' shoes right?
Bubblegummers.
I was rolling with wild laughter,
As my dear friend tried on a pair of Bubblegummers.

No shoes were bought.
But both of us ended up with a tailor-made shirt each.
To be collected just before Christmas.
It's my first time having a shirt tailor-made,
And if it turns out good,
I might order more in the future.

It'd better turn out good anyway.

Then came a good waste of money.
And so I was taking a picture of Zq at the war memorial,
When I stepped aside to put down the camera bag.
And I heard a loud crunch.
I didn't even give a second thought until I looked down.
Goddamnit.
I'd stepped on Zq's specs,
And crushed one of the lens into smithereens.

So I've to pay her to replace the lens.
Ergh.
So please guys,
Look before you step next time.

Pause.

The day started out real gloomy.
You know.
Just one of those typical rainy December days.

I was trying on some Michigan jacket,
That'll totally go with my new dunks.
Suddenly the jacket fell from my hands,
And that's when my phone rang.

Time to wake up,
And stop dreaming about matching my shoes.

"Please report for work on Friday."

Yes the useless bum finally got a job.
But still I've to spend a week on probation,
So they can boot me out anytime.

I'll be selling shoes.
Not Dunks.
Not Nikes.
Just in case anyone is wondering.

They said they would call on Monday.
And they didn't.
So I was totally pissed off the whole of yesterday.
If I can't even land a silly sales job,
I might as well burn the goddamn degree.
(That I may or may not be getting lol)

My brother was passing some remark,
About wasting my degree.
Maybe he is right.
But all I ever wanted to do,
Was to take a picture wearing the mortar board.

I wonder if you're ever coming back into my life.

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